Background
Slash Marks, whip marks, screaming and wailing just so I could have
my basic human rights as a black female.
Marches, beatings, bombing, just so I could vote.
Being killed, being arrested, being persecuted just so I could sit in a class with other races besides mine.
My people went through so much for my future
True question is, how do I repay them?
This poem is about:
Me
My community